The vicious plane has thieved you from my hand
Your eyes are turned towards another land
A frail patch of gentle gaze yet lingers,
And somehow, you try to understand.

What happened here, what do you feel?
Was all it real or just a dream, illusion.
From where I stand, still feel the swirl,
In wildest shadow of confusion.

It kills me here, I lost control,
My self-exile is over, — I am not dead.
Got we the chance to have it all?
How do we plead to fears instead?

What’s given up, cannot be restored in its measure
I lost my heart to solitude and void
My eyes behind yet hide a little treasure
Cold blooded soul that’s now on fire’s road.

My drug is passion, high voltage of desire
Awakening the virtue and a tender vice
And all in all, I am yours, and I require
Your full acceptance of my sacrifice.

It’s not my hand you’re holding now,
And looking into other woman’s eyes
My image mildly fading out,
And drifts you closer to good-byes.

Good-bye…my friend,
SO hard to let you go just having found
Abruptly cut liaison so profound,
Oh no, — to such an end do not consent!

First, try me out, do not run
There will be time for bailing out
To wounded heart, don’t put the gun
A troubled mind, don’t fill with doubt.

Just give a sign or resign
I can’t be living in this hell,
I need your verdict, or your crime
Indeed, is your deceitful spell…